Und nass!Aber jetzt muss ich rein um sauber zu werden, mit der Zunge alleine geht es schlecht.............Brrrr! Igitt! Ist das nass .............. un... kalt!............So, das reicht, nur nicht ?bertreiben. Ich bin wieder sauber.Schnell wieder raus.Zuviel Wasser ist f?r eine Katze ungesund.............Das meiste Wasser ist nun rausgesch?ttelt.So sch?tteln sich auch Katzen.Immer noch feucht, jetzt muss ich warten bis es trocken ist.............Bin ich nun mehr Katze als Mensch??usserlich bin. It is still in a rough draft, please excuse any typos. I guess that is enough bullshit disclaimers and rambling. When thugz cry, we don’t shed tears, We shed blood. Do you still wanna be a thug? –Tupac Shakur * The cop’s flashlight beamed bright through my window, causing my pupils to contract, resulting in a total loss of night vision. I knew that they did this on purpose to disorient suspects, as well as to check the car quickly for weapons, or drug paraphernalia. The cop had pulled out of. Then I pointed around and told her, "I'm going downstairs for a little bit. Clean up this room and make the bed so that everything is neat for later." Then I left and went downstairs.I sat on the couch in the living room and tried to collect my thoughts. I was trying to be cool, collected and suave on the outside, but on the inside I was a raging ball of hormones. I seriously considered going to the bathroom and relieving myself, but I decided to wait. I had already committed myself to three. Like some comedy movie, her hand shot up, grabbed some sheets and she pulled herself up off the floor, eyes wide. We were both gasping and laughing.Finally righted, she stumbled into the toilet and sat. I reached tableside, grabbed a joint I had and lit up. Exactly what the out-of-breath need, more smoke.“What do you want?” she asked, sitting on the bowl, draining.Exhale. Smoke curled up in the humid summer air. This room reeked of cock and cunt. It was time to add shitty ditch weed to that.